I have tried to be as eclectic as possibly I can with my professional life and so far it's pretty fun.

- Ronald Barthes.

Its since so long that I have put my thoughts to share with you guys. Its a professional lock-out. But things looks okay when you like your work. Till now going cool. Recently got some more responsibilities on shoulders n good designation.

I shall be moving to Bangalore for more training on 1st Sept. So, its more constrained you know as I would be traveling across country and continents. So, lesser n lesser writing. But its okay until n unless I am enjoying my work.

Obviously, I'll be all in touch with all of you through reading your updates on blogs n FB. These things are truly divine and has made my life rocking. I so much love you all.

These days I am reading more of a business stuff. HR Scorecard, I love this person Dave Ulrich, very creative and a true writer. A good combo of business, ethics n a craziness. Also, Im drawing portraits on weekends, so all in all its a fun life.

Recently, one Auckland Journal on Arts has published my paper on poetry, great deal of satisfaction on face. "content and smiles". I wish to share with you guys but do not how to upload .pdf file.

Woke at 5.30 am today, too early. Had to drop my younger bro at the railway station. Its always fun with him. Rained badly yesterday night, so road were pretty clean. Stopped on the way back around the lake near my house to see sunrise, but "sigh" he refused to show up his face. all cloudy.

Sipped hot tea, in fact KeTea , its a combo of tea leaves, coffee with a ginger shot. Awesome, healthy. No acidity.

My request and prayers also. Please do not ever be sad, always keep a long honest grin. You are the best people I have with me and I just want to see smiles all the way.

Monsoon always brings life with her. She nourish the tadpoles, blows oxygen into orchids, wraps the green shawls around the shoulders of mountains. I don't like to get wet too much but enjoy the changes she paints on the canvas of nature.

Lonavala and Khadala are one such places around here where Sun is on leave for four months of monsoon. Fog holds your breath while you ride or drive to the Tiger Hills. Usually, its 25 min of bike ride to tiger hills from lonavala, but we took 11/2 hrs. to reach. This is because each waterfall on the way has his own story to tell.

Spellbound. I was accompanied with some friends from Patna, Nagpur, Bhopal, Orissa. I don't find it much difficult to make friends from any planet.

Today, I witnessed a suicide. It was in our colony. The sight was terrible. At around 4pm the family started shouting. We are not but almost live close by that house, so heard the screams. I rushed asap.

The door was closed from inside and from the window I could see the daughter-in-law of the family was hanging to ceiling fan. We, some five to six men, tried too hard to break the door. Finally Police arrived and one Daya style police wala broke the door.

When we entered inside, her FM radio was on and the song airing was

"Cheenti pahad chadhe Marane ke waasatey

Ladki kare fashion ladkon ke waasatey." irony..!!

I really prey one should not witness such scenes, especially ladies. This is because two of the females there puked on the spot as they saw the dead body. The tongue was out of the mouth, you wont believe the length of the tongue, it was double the normal. The legs, in fact the whole body, was stretched. I can't forget those eyes, only white part was visible. Don't know where the pupils were gone. Scaryy..

I couldn't stand those cries n all. I took my bike and went to mall, bought 3 Ts, one Osho slippers. Life is to love why the hell one need to end life this way. Attitude of gratitude , Im following it.!

ate egg curry went on a walk through tunnel, we shouted, naa, screamed, abused MCBC in that tunnel..

we, in fact I, vented out some shit...

After so long I am in low. I am exactly feeling my serotonin levels are big time famished, my adrenaline has dried up and heart is taking efforts to pump, I am feeling heavy at this such a wonderful wt., I am unable to do even 20 push ups today.

I am not into writing such posts, but who cares, its ok, you are my people. you love me, abuse me but at least you are honest as I think coz I am too honest in this case.

Reasons : y all this going on.?? what are these shit symptoms.? now I am on leave for a week to treat my sinus, was terribly ill with fever till today. why the hell was i waiting for that one fuc**in call to ask me how am i? i never expected anything from anyone but love. so many stabs on my back, so many. there is no space left, but still they find some. I don't ,ind getting those, but i cant fake myself..

LOVE NET airing on channel V..!! such a loosers, they hide their identity over the net and indulge in love chat.. bullshitss..if one cannot maintain his dignity even for own id, then rest is shit..!

DIP.. i have puked enough on ROSHOGULLA (I LOVE THIS THING SO MUCH), and some FB posts, please bear with me.! i'll say sorry later.! i find little salvation, some momy lap kinda feeling at ur blog.. Viju..you are a sweetheart,, you listen me so patiently on chats but ya i must say u have a too much stamina to talk n talk n talk...in fact type, type n type, thnks for being ears..! actually i love everyone of you..

just want to HUg someone tight n cryy..since so long I havenot cried..!!

The following write up is not at all my production. These words are by Petrus. He has shared these thoughts with Paulo Cohelo during his book "The Pilgimage". Cohelo has shared this article on his blog. I like Cohelo's short stories, they have learning and common sense into it, not lengthy and some punch lines that straight goes into erythrocytes. And we can relate with them, as I was discussing with Bebo.

I could have shared the link with you, but I so much wanted to write it. So that it sinks in the system and get carved on subconscious as well. I am not agree with whole of the thoughts of Petrus but I liked the so much seasoned thought process.

Its not at all necessary to agree with everything that big shots writes unless it agrees with your own reason and common sense, as Buddha says.

Recently came across with one outstanding poet Spike Milligan. I have posted

it on my poems blog. He has some tragic ways to blush at words.

http://satyyaa-shantanu.blogspot.com/

Killing our dreams :

The First Symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.

The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.

And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.

When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.

We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.

And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons